Grace: I picked up my sweater from the floor and crawled back into bed. Shoving my pillow aside, I balled up the sweater to use instead. I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face. It was almost like he was there.

Do you have it on your person?" my father asked. "Jesus" I replied. "My person has it in her purse.

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.

I could live inside a G major chord, with Grace, if she was willing.

She liked to imagine him stealing a glimpse of her over the backyard fence, proudly watching his strange daughter daydream under the beech tree. Blue was awfully fond of her father, considering she'd never met him.

his voice was centuries old

When you traffic in monsters, that's the risk you run, that you'll find one too monstrous to stomach.